Page 13 of Property of Mako
I couldn’t get him close enough.
Though I had no idea what I was so desperate for, a need unlike anything I’d ever experienced flooded through me. He moaned, and I winced at the sudden pinch in my neck. Except it was quickly followed by such a feeling of euphoria that my eyes rolled in my head, and an orgasm hit me with such force that I cried out.
Stars burst in my vision as the pleasure washed through me in a powerful tide.
“Yesssss!” I hissed as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me.
As it slowly receded, I breathed, rapid and shallow, fighting the dizziness that hit me. Something warm trickled down to my shoulder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard him mutter before his tongue glided over my skin. He buried his face in my hair, where he breathed deeply. He gently set me to my feet. When I wavered, he steadied me.
Dazed, all I could do was blink at him. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Then I lifted my gaze to his eyes of molten silver.
“Get inside, Lyra,” he ground out in a voice that was coarse and seemed strained. “Close your door and don’t invite me in. Do you understand?”
Slowly, I nodded.
He reached off to the side and opened the screen door.
“Now, Lyra,” he gruffly insisted with a gentle push on my back.
“Okay,” I practically panted as I blindly shuffled to the side and stepped over the threshold. Once inside, I turned back to ask him to come in despite what he’d said.
Except he was gone.
And I still didn’t know his name.
Chapter 5
Pretty Dolls Don’t Scream
Lily
I woke up cold again.
Cold and wet, like the air itself had teeth. My lips felt cracked. My wrists ached. How long had I been here? The floor beneath me was marble, probably stunning at one time, but now it was slick with something that smelled like perfume and… iron?
I tried to sit up, but my body didn’t listen.
For a while, I thought maybe this was a bad dream. Like the kind where you need to run but your legs don’t work and where you scream but nothing comes out.
That’s when I realized the blindfold I’d worn since they took me was missing. Eyes still heavy, I rolled my head and tried to focus on the room I was in. But then I heard the voices.
Whispers.
Low and sweet, yet disjointed. Like lullabies fed through a meat grinder. The closer they came, the clearer they were. I’d heard them before, though I never saw their faces.
“She’s awake.”
“Don’t frighten her. The vessel must remain calm.”
“She smells perfect.”
Blinking several times, I saw the room I was being held in.
Not a basement. Not some back alley drug den like the cops always warned us about in school. No, this was obviously an old plantation-style home. At one time it must’ve been absolutely beautiful.
Now?
